Greg and Rowley walked into the school together, causing the people in the hallway to snicker, and Greg who was already too sad, frustrated, and depressed to care, simply ignored the fact that his social standing was sliding lower, like a turd down a totem pole. Even if Greg realized this fact he was simply to frustrated to care, so he continued sobbing into Rowley's shoulder like the bitch he was.

Rowley on the other hand looked up at everyone angrily and said, "HEY! Don't look at or judge me or my companion! It's my choice, who I decide to keep as my partner, so mind your manners and your business!"

Rowley was so socially incompetent and awkward that the phrasing of the statement he had just uttered implied a relationship that he had not intended to imply, but Rowley was simply too dense to understand what he had just caused.

"Come on Gregory, let's get you to the infirmary..." Rowley said wrapping his arm around Gregory, causing a renewed round of snickering.

Rowley and Greg walked to the nurse's office and entered. "How can I help you?", Nurse Glenda, who was such a cheerful person that she didn't snap like everyone else at the fools presented before, said.

"My good friend Gregory, has had a broken nose, which he accidentally created while falling upon the pavement... I believe he requires urgent medical care." Rowley said in his weird manner of speaking.

Nurse Glenda motioned for Greg to come forward and began fixing Greg's nose. Then Rowley spoke up, "Gregory, I must bid you farewell, as the hour of class instruction begins shortly, but please I trust Nurse Glenda will take care of your tardiness..."

"Not a problem dear.." Nurse Glenda said, waving Rowley away while struggling to maintain a smile.

Several minutes later, Greg's nose was fixed up and he was given a note to take to class excusing his tardiness.

Greg stumbled out of the nurse's room and was confused about which classroom he had to go to, and after a moment he realized that he had to go to homeroom.

"Oh shit..." thought Greg, because he remembered that his homeroom teacher was very strict.

Greg made his way to his homeroom class, and braced himself for his teacher, Mrs. Minplesap's reaction. Greg opened the door, and hurriedly made his way to his seat, and looked up to see Mrs. Minplesap glaring at him.

"Gregory Heffley!" Mrs. Minplesap said snappingly, "What grade are you in?"

"E.. e.. eighth..." Greg stammered out meekly.

"And what should you have learned to do by now...?" Mrs. Minplesnap asked sweetly.

Greg stammered and was unable to think of what to say.

"CHECK THE DAMN TIME!" Mrs. Minplesap screeched.

"P.. p.. please..." Greg stammered out, holding up the note Nurse Glenda had given him earlier.

Mrs. Minplesap walked over saying, "Let me see that!" and snatched the note out of Greg's hand nearly tearing it.

"Hmmmph!" Mrs. Minplesap said when she had finished reading it.

"Passing notes are we Gregory..." said Cooper smirking. "I admit I'm surprised..." Cooper said chuckling, "I didn't think Minplesap was your type...". Then Cooper lowered his voice to a whisper and said, "I heard you swing for the same team after all..."

At this statement the whole class burst into laughter, and Mrs. Minplesap looked flabbergasted, her mouth opening and closing several times in shock. Finally she said, "Cooper, that is simply..."

She was interrupted when Cooper said, "Shut the fuck up bitch! I've had enough of your annoying ass voice for nine lifetimes..."

Mrs. Minplesap simply collapsed into her seat stunned, and like a broken record confronted with an unfamiliar situation she went about performing her duties as homeroom teacher.

A couple minutes later a student walked in, he was tall, Greg estimated about 6'4 or 6'5, and he looked to be of Middle Eastern descent. He had curly hair that was twisted into a corkscrew shape and dyed a milky-white, along with a clean fade, and a lightning bolt design on the right side of his head. He also had a nice cleanly shaven goatee that was dyed white. He had both ears pierced with shiny diamond earrings, a nose ring, and had a tattoo of a chess knight piece on his right cheekbone. He was wearing a bicycle chain choker chain, that was a Nomed custom piece, along with a golden playboy bunny chain. He had on a Free Kanye T-Shirt that was designed by Xachi Esokoturu, who was an 11 year-old fashion designer from Japan. The T-Shirt was black, with the words "Free Kanye" in a bright white blocky font on the chest area. Underneath the words was a white outline of Kanye's face and he had hair resembling Odell Beckha, Jr., but his eyes were empty and the area where his mouth and chin were supposed to be was dripping white ink. He was also wearing ripped white jeans designed by Xachi, along with plain white air force ones.

The reason Greg knew about who Xachi was, was because Xachi had worked with Sirvash in the past, and Greg who had no social life spent a lot of time stalking people who did have one. Through this stalking, Greg had uncovered much information about Sirvash, Nomed Gang and even the rest of the cool kids. This was why he thought he would fit right in with them, just because he knew so much about them, even though they didn't know who he was. What Greg failed to realize is that knowing that much about someone and them not even knowing you existed, made you a creep not their buddy.

"Was good my niggas..." the student said even though he was Middle Eastern not black, "Ya boy Toz back in this bitch!"

It was at that moment, Greg realized that this was the Toz that the cool kids had been so hyped to see back.

Greg also realized that Toz had on what looked to be a $75,000 Rolex watch on his left wrist and was holding a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of actavis codeine cough syrup.

Toz opened up the bottle of whiskey, and set it down on Mrs. Minplesap's desk, then he opened up the bottle of Actavis, and poured all of it into the whiskey, causing it to turn a purple color. Toz grabbed the bottle of whiskey and then began chugging it as he walked over to his desk and sat down.

Mrs. Minplesap had just been watching the events unfold in shock, and stammered unable to think of what to say for this strange turn of events. Finally she asked, "Toz, where have you been for these past three months... I don't think you've showed up to a single day of school this year..."

"Anywhere bitch!" Toz said laughing, "Anywhere is better than this fuckhole of a place you think is a school..."

Mrs. Minplesap finally seemed to get over the shock that had been plaguing her the past several minutes and said, "What in the manner of the heavens is wrong with you Toz?"

Toz merely smirked, and Mrs. Minplesap began gaining steam saying, "Look at the ridiculous clothes you are wearing, your absolutely ridiculous hairstyle, and finally your absolutely horrendous and uncouth manner of speech... In my opinion, you don't belong in a school... you belong.. in .. in..."

Mrs. Minplesap began stammering and trailing off at that point, because Toz had stood up at that point and placed the bottle of whiskey down, calmly closing it before walking over to stand in front of Mrs. Minplesap's desk and smiling. Toz then bent over and placed his hands on Mrs. Minplesap's desk. Then Toz smirked and said, "We're all friends here.. aren't we Maureen..." (Maureen was Mrs. Minplesap's first name by the way) "There's no need to hide who we are..."

Then Toz used his strength to hurl the desk away and against the wall. It was plain to everyone now the fear that Mrs. Minplesap felt as everyone could see she had pissed her pants. "Yes..." Toz said, "It's quite clear to everyone what kind of person you are..."

Then Toz turned around to the class and placed his fingers over closing his nose, and waved his hand as if waving away an unpleasant smell. Everyone began laughing, and Mrs. Minplesap began sobbing.

Toz then said, "You probably feel alone right now, alienated..."

Mrs. Minplesap really nodded, not learning her lesson about the word games Toz liked to play.

"Don't worry..." Toz said soothingly, "I'm sure we can find a place where you belong..." Then Toz turned around and asked, "Can't we everyone?"

The class lightly smirked having picked up on Toz's word games.

Then Toz grabbed Mrs. Minplesap by the jaw and squeezed causing a cracking sound, which was the cracking of Mrs. Minplesap's jaw. Then Toz walked over holding Mrs. Minplesap by the jaw all the way to the trash can. "Yes.." Toz said, "I'm sure you'll fit right in with your fellow pieces of trash..."

Then Toz began shoving Mrs. Minplesap into the trash can as she began screeching. When he was finished, the class could hear Mrs. Minplesap's muted sobs, and she had been shoved upside down up till her thighs into the trash can. Toz then walked over to his desk, and began drinking his bottle of whiskey-codeine mix and walked out the door.